Pinjare ki chidiya

I believe we can't take away anyone's pain. Because taking means creating a 'void' there where there was pain earlier in that person and that must be replaced with something positive else that person will create/generate more pain and fill that !
Now the giving part, you can only give what you have inside. I can't give candies if I have rocks inside. Though I can promise to give candies as soon as I get those! But that doesnt help because some people love to be in pain, they get accustomed to it, programmed!

Well, I have observed, when someone confides in people, share their pain, they are already half way through self-healing. 90% of the time the other person start sharing his/her problems ...

I don't wanna be alone tonight
It's pretty clear that I'm not over you
I'm still thinking 'bout the things you do
So I don't want to be alone tonight, alone tonight, alone tonight
Can you light the fire?
I need somebody who can take control
I know exactly what I need to do
'Cause I don't wanna be alone tonight, alone tonight, alone tonight

Look what you made me do, I'm with somebody new
Ooh, baby, baby, I'm dancing with a stranger
Look what you made me do, I'm with somebody new
Ooh, baby, baby, I'm dancing with a stranger
Dancing with a stranger

I wasn't even goin' out tonight
But, boy, I need to get you off of my mind
I know exactly what I have to do
I don't wanna be alone tonight, alone ...

I write when I am sad, it is not that I always write when I am sad but whenever I write, sadness has to be there otherwise I cant write or write and never post it or sometimes delete it.
It means, sadness pushes me out of my shell, and make me throw the content out unapologetically.. A silent, unnoticed but fierce anger starts crawling in each of my nerve and I suddenly dont care about anyone or anything.. I dont give a damn actually, i stop pretending and pull of the mask!
I dont know if that is a good thing but why do I need sadness/anger to be ME ??
Why I cant keep it inside anymore? Why do I have to write even this?...Shweta

Where are those men who care?
Those men who love?
Those who are responsible..?
Who stand by her side come what may
Those men who protect their woman and children?
Those who listen to her?
Those who talk to her?
Those who motivate her
Those men who support her
Those who turn every agony into something beautiful
Those who talk their woman out of pain
And those who keep listening to her until all the pain is poured out
Those who understand her
Those who sit with her in silence
Those who hold her, hug her daily
Those who kiss her forhead to make her feel special
Those who protect her
Those who donot enslave her, take advantage of her,
Those who understand her pain and do...

Broad context-
I would like to be J. Robert Oppenheimer, who is often called the "father of the atomic bomb" for leading the Manhattan Project, the program that developed the first nuclear weapon during World War II. I wouldn't have invented the nuclear weapon(atomic bomb) at all!
Thus making world a better place to live in !

Narrow context-
I would love to be my mommy's mother. I would have hugged my mom and told her that She is the prettiest woman on earth and how much i love and adore her and that She must not miss me when i am gone. I would have kissed her several times and would have died in her arms. She wasnt able to see my g...

3000 crore !
We, A Developing Nation !
Many of us unemployed, poor, hungry, devastated !
But YAY we have biggest statue , bigger in size and much much bigger in expenditure (bigger than China, Japan, USA..but these are already developed countries..aren't they? They can afford statue luxury...isn't it?)
But we want to pay tribute to the long forgotten hero....
How about a big multispeciality charity hospital in his name? Or higher educational institution ? Or lets rename a big city on his name?? A big museum?..bigger than Nehru or Gandhi's ?
Naaah....he is a Patel... A Gujarati.. His stature is biggest..(everything in Gandhi, Nehru name..can't you see)
Okay, so you a...

Life is happening to us..
It is the consequence of choices we make..
We are what we chose in past and we will be what we are chosing now.
It is nothing but 'Decision making'
I chose misery and thats what i got..
And i know there are parallel realities, parallel worlds...i would have been the happiest version of myself if i chose happiness..and that fate is happening simultaneously somewhere in the parallel world...but i am stuck here because i chose this !
This cannot be undone, or time cannot run backwards, i cannot escape... But i can create a beautiful future, i can chose beauty, happiness, love now...but i forgot how to do that... Its been 7 long years and now i...

Hide it.. Hide your pain, sorrow, everything..people will know, parents will know, children will know, so hide it.
They might feel sorry for you or might laugh at you, they will know everything about you, so hide it.
Go on being fake..and hide it !
Never put on courage and face it..!
Go on hiding it... Well done!
~Shweta

It seems as if you deliberately wanted to hurt me,
As if some unfinished anger was in you because she left you,
And that you took on me..
Has the revenge paid off well?
Are you happy now, my love?
~Shweta

Palwal,
Coldness, brutal neglect of the feelings, keeping things hazy. ..isnt the act of bravery but cowardness for one who is brave, come & embrace & engulf & love or atleast say it & Go for once & all..!
~Shweta

Still managing to camouflage,
How hard it is to fake a smile,
To hide this pain,
To live..

What else is left?
Take that too..if any,
I don't care now..
Not anymore...
I have already given everything,
Every inch, every ounce of my being..
I have thrown in your fire,
Now this worthless life is left,
Take it,
Sell it,
Or bury it,
I don't care anymore...

Who are you?
Found you when my hands were full,
A small talk, an innocent wish, a pure heart and then nothing...

But held you in a tiny space in long forgotten deep corner of my heart,
Kept you there..untouched, unnoticed..

And then the same mundane stuff, the life kept on going,
And one day suddenly, you made your presence felt,
That long forgotten memory, that smile came back,
That silent whisper in the ear came back..my well wisher came back..!
What relationship do we share, I wonder!!
What would have been our future if we would have met before meeting everyone else in our lives..I wonder.. just a friend...more than a friend..less than a friend..why only a friend??..a p...